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Day 20/365: It Snowed Again, DIDJA HEAR?

Oh, man. It’s weird having so many weather events lately. I feel like I have to make a funny face when I say that: weather events. The snow was so pretty and peaceful coming down today and then I had to leave the house. That’ll make a person real grumpy real fast. Snow days are okay though, because we try to get done with work early and get the heck outta dodge before midnight, when…

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Day 12/365: Miss Kitty Plots Your Inevitable Demise

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Evolution of a man-cat relationship

Once upon a time, Jack and the manfriend had a tense relationship. They seemed to be developing a friendship until one night that Jack did not take kindly to something the manfriend said, and dispensed with a hiss and a face smack. After that, Ray did not care to have much contact with either kitty. For a while. Seems like during the winter break, while I have been slaving away over a hot computer monitor…

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Day 1/365: We Open With an Orange Cat and a Cluttered Table

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What happens to green things that come inside my house

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It’s because she has better eyelashes than I do

A play [The Boyfriend Formerly Known as Manfred* enters room] Me, to BFKM while stroking Jack, who had come to sit next to me while BFKM was out of the room: We’re in love. BFKM: [Shocked face] Me: Mmm hmm. We’re getting married. Show him the ring you got me, kitty. [Whispers] It’s a milk top ring! BFKM: Well, fine. That’s okay because I have been having a torrid affair with Miss Kitty. Me: [Shocked…

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At war

“Orange kitty is using biological warfare against me!” This is the sentence that comes out of the manfriend’s mouth as we are lying in bed being stalked by Jack, who is pacing warily around the bedroom, stopping occasionally to peer at us from the floor and then perch on the nightstand to watch us from above. Biological weaponry, in the manfriend’s estimation, is the dander floating like fallout everywhere in my house — dander that…

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